A Hunting We Will Go

Hello Cats and Kittens! It's Thomas Beckett again, your ghost cat on-the-prowl. It is that time again -- hunting season. I know some of you can't appreciate that, but to a wild animal like me it's life's blood...okay, okay, maybe just a house cat with wild longings. 

Getting ready for the invasion of hunters means Missy Mouse has to go into lock down. No more free roaming for her. Inn has to be made shipshape, menus made, laundry baskets and towels out for them, bedding changed from fru-fru to manly...or as manly as our in can be, etc.

The only other exciting thing that has happened lately is that Celeste felt it her civic duty to help an elk commit suicide. Her poor car, but I have to say it's car 1, elk 0. And last night we had to evacuate the building for a few hours for mysterious reasons. Other than that not much to tell. Life at the Inn of the Six-Toed Cat goes on and lazily. 

So, until next time, May your catnaps be long and fanciful & your catnip strong!